#Oh man I rlly hope I manage to calm down around the time the new Ninja Turtle movie comes out

[neonwebs]

I try to keep a neutral tone when I talk to folks on here and the gc about Spider-Man, but honestly, I get so excited sometimes that I think it carries over to text

[pinoyrella]

Inarizaki Giving You A Red Envelope on Lunar New Years

Inarizaki x Manager Reader

FT: Kita Shinsuke, Ren Omimi, Ojiro Aran, Michinari Akagi, Ginjima Hitoshi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou

TW: Language 

Genre: headcanons + crack + fluff???

Word Count: 1,720 (They’re all rlly short! Like me)

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had another crack convo w my bb @babydontstoop abt atsumu and red envelopes after seeing a funny tiktok 

a/n: i mainly went off from chinese/vietnamese tradition with the hóngbāos/ and lì xìs for these headcanons bc i celebrate with my chinese + viet relatives growing up, im not familiar with the other traditions, i’m sorry! also 1 week kinda late but technically lunar new years goes on for about 2 weeks sooooo-

FYI: i’m going off of u.s currency for this asdhfkjk just an fyi.

ALSO: all images are taken off of google search, none of them belong to me!

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEARS!! 🧧😚💖

Kita Shinsuke:

- He would give a kinda subtle yet pretty envelope

- With an ox on it (bc year of ox)

- It also has that coin u kno the coin, commemorative coin(?)

- He is very VERY generous

- Gives u $100, all in 20′s babbeyy 🙈

- He hands it to you with both hands like he’s ur ah ma / bà nội 

- He’s so kind and gentle please 🥺

Practice had just ended and you were helping the team clean out the gym, before packing and heading out to go home.

“Excuse me Y/n” You hear a soft and calm voice calling from behind you. Turning your head you make eye contact with Kita who barely a few feet away from you

“Kita-san! ” You turn to face him, your hands grabbing onto the straps of your backpack. “May I help you?” You ask giving a sincere smile.

“I’m fine, but there is something I want to give you before you leave” He lifts his left hand from his back, now using his right to connect and grab the envelope with both hands.

“Happy Chinese New Year” He wishes as he extends and offers you the red envelope.

Blushing furiously, you accept it with both your hands and give him your most heartfelt thanks.

Arriving home, you open the red envelope curious. Your soul leaves your body the moment you see good old Benjamin Franklin on the $100 note.

“Kita-san holy fuck.” You cry in shock. Thinking of how you’re gonna thank him.

Ren Omimi:

- Envelope’s square shaped and plain af

- it’s just red with “lucky money” in gold or sum

- He too is very generous

- Gives u $50

- Also hands it to you with both hands

You sit in the gym with your clip board in hand, taking notes of the other players until you feel a presence approach you from your left side.

“Y/n” The deep voice says. You turn to see Omimi’s shadow towering over you, jesus christ this man’s so goddamn tall. “Yes Omimi?” You greet him cheerfully.

The man says not a word, but pulls out a red envelope, handing it to you with both hands.

Your brain short circuits, confused before he gives a nod. Sudden realization takes place, it’s for you. “Omimi!” You cry, setting down the clip board and taking the red envelope from his hands. Thanking him endlessly before he leaves to get back to practice.

As he turns to walk away, you grab your clip board again, shielding yourself opening the red envelope curious. ‘50$?!’ You scream internally. 

Running after Omimi, you tackle him from behind giving him a hug, your face buried into his shirt. “Xiexie” You muffled into his jersey.

Aran Ojiro:

- gets you a very fancy envelope

- Like the ones that isn’t sold in packs when u go to the chinese market

- Specifically the ones made from silk and has a jade ring attached

- He gets u ONE LIKE O N E THAT ONE SPECIFIC DESIGN (pls i sound crazy i’ll just attache the image so u kno what im talking abt)

- He wasnt sure how much to put inside so he gives u $40

- He tries to remember how to say happy new year to you and pronounces it perfectly

- No seriously like PERFECTLY like better than me.

- also take this man home right now to meet your parents i fken swear

“Y/N!” You hear someone yell from behind you as you were walking home. Turning you see Aran running to you, trying to catch up.

“Aran?” You run to meet him halfway.

Aran pauses and takes a few breathes before grabbing his backpack and grabbing something from inside.

He pulls out a beautifully crafted silk red envelope pouch with a tassel and jade ring tied to the front.

You stand there completely flustered and frozen.

He looks down, the envelope in both his hands offering it out to you.

“恭喜發財 (gōng xǐ fā cái)” He says perfectly, the sunset hitting his face. 

Akagi Michinari:

- Cute bb would give u the cutest fucking envelope

- Probably w hello kitty on it

- He gives you a $2 bill

- Shiiiii he knows whats up, that shit lucky and rare

- He’d hand it to u while giving u a back hug

“Y/n!!!” Before you can turn around, a heavy weight drags you down from behind. “A-Akagi-san?!” You yelp in surprise.

He stays cling onto you from behind as you try to gain balance. Hearing him let out a soft chuckle. “Here you go!” He says, his arms going around your shoulders to shove the super cute Hello Kitty li xi in your face.

You take a second to process what he had just given you to face. “AKAGI!!” You take it as he hops off your back. Then turning around to smother him into a hug. Giving him little cheek kisses.

Ginjima

- I love him, he would give u a cute envelope too

- Like with a little cartoon ox character on it

- With like lil horns sticking out

- U get the idea

- Gives u $10 but in $2 bills

You sit with the Miya twins and Suna during lunch, scanning around the cafeteria trying to find Ginjima, usually he’d be with you guys.

As you were about to ask-speak of the devil.

“Y/n-chan” He immediately sits beside you, placing his tray of food down.

“This is for you” He reveals the cutest red envelope with a cartoon cow on it, handing it to you flustered. His cheeks bursting red.

You sit and stare for a second, you start to blush feeling embarrassed. Slowly taking it from his hands, you give him a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to your meal.

Unsure of what to do, before going back into your meal, you quickly turn your head planting a kiss to his cheek.

Osamu, Suna and Atsumu watched, their jaw dropped as Ginjima begins to turn into his own red envelope. Before you quickly place your face in your palms.

Atsumu Miya:

- This mfer would give the flashiest one

- Like you kno the ones that are so colorful and has like

- W those shitty knock-off characters from cartoons

- THE FUCKING MINION OR PEPPA PIG ONE BWHAHAHAH

- Hes broke as fuck so its p empty

jk

- He would put a coin inside.

- Not the fortune coin

- Literally a coin like a quarter or somethin

- Hed slap it against ur table while giving it to u

- He tries to say happy new year but fucking butchers it

You sit at your desk, it’s so early in the morning and your parents had woken you up early to help prepare some cooking essentials for tonight’s dinner. 

As you were about to doze off to sleep, you hear a CLACK against your desk, immediately waking you up and having you face up.

Just inches away was Atsumu’s face, that lil smirk oh how you just wanna-

You look down seeing the red envelope he placed on your desk. 

“CHUC MUNG NAM MOIIIIIII” he greets dragging out the “i” it’s like he didn’t even try to pronounce the greeting correctly. He ruffles your hair and gives another warm smile. 

You look back up to him, blushing before greeting back. “Ah, chúc mừng năm mới ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu quirks his eyebrow staring back down at you. “I’m pretty sure you said it wrong.” He says before walking off to his desk.

You sit there fucking flabbergasted. ‘What the fuck?’ You blink and turn your attention back down to your desk. Looking at the envelope you cringe. ‘It’s so bright...’ you internally think.

Osamu Miya:

- He gives you the basic basic red envelope 

- He was running late and didnt have time to stop by the bank, he wanted to be extra and give you $20 in $2 bills.

- So he just gives you a $20 bill.

- When he hands it to u, u notice its all bumpy

- Ur feeling around the envelope and theirs something else inside than just money

- U open and theres lucky candy stuffed inside

“Good-morningggggg” You turn to look up from your desk, seeing the younger twin walk in after his brother. He looks down at you, then to your desk seeing the red envelope his brother gave you. 

He cringes with you, before pulling out another, handing it to you.

“Happy Tết cutie” He greets. You thank him and greet him back as you take the envelope, you realize how bumpy and lumpy it is. 

You look back up to Osamu, he’s waiting for you to open it. You open it and out drops like 7 pieces of lucky candy. 

You look back up to him in confusion before he swoops in and takes back the 7 pieces, unwrapping them all at once and shoving them into his mouth.

Chewing, he winks at you before walking away to his seat. You can hear the audible crunch coming from the hard as fuck candy as he walks away.

Suna Rintarou:

- My guy doesnt even give you a red envelope

- He straight up just gives you cash

- Drops it on your desk and leaves

…

- Im jk he would come back and be like “sike u thought”

- Pulls out a red envelope, cute but has one of the most stupidest fucking design 

You listen to the crunching of Osamu’s poor teeth grinding against the lucky candy before-

“Yo” Before having the time to look up, you hear a slap against your desk as Suna begins to turn to walk away. You look down to see a $50 bill on your desk.

You turn to look at him, he stares at you for a second before walking away.

???

He comes back to you after settling his bag down.

He takes the $50 on your desk and slips it into the red envelope now in his hands. After sliding it in he brings the envelope to his mouth and begins to lick the ends as he seductively looks at you before folding the paper in. 

You watch him in disgust suna baby you don’t have to lick the ends of the red envelope that’s not how they work. He sets the red envelope back on your desk, his head coming closer to yours, enough for you to feel his breath against you.

He brings his mouth over to your ear before whispering in a husky voice “Happy Lunar New Year đẹp gái qua~” Before pulling away and walking to his desk like nothing happened.

You sit there absolutely shaken, until you look down to see the red envelope he left. Jesus fuck what the hell is that thing.

A/N: OH TO BE CALLED PRETTY GIRL BY SUNA IS AN ULTIMATE DREAM ASDFGKJHJK pls i wanna gib the inarizaki boys smooches theyre all so great AAAHHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE MWAH ILYYYY!!!!

[kats-kradle]

Hi hello yes I actually found your blog while I was looking for Ronon Dex whump, something there is not nearly enough of, and I just wanted to say that should you ever want to share your thoughts about him, whump-related or otherwise, I'm around to hear them,,, I care him very much (which is why I like to see him hurt... funny how that works).

OHOHOHOHOHO DID SOMEONE SAY THE MAGIC WORDS “RONON WHUMP”????? And yes there is not NEARLY enough Ronon whump!!! Buckle up I don’t think you know what you’ve unleashed by offering to let me talk about this XD i have 43 (i counted thats not an exaggeration) unfinished fics where i whump this man so i have A Lot of Thoughts on this so i’ll try to keep my headcanons and general thoughts from getting mixed up so here we go (also I haven’t actually seen past season 3ish but I know like everything)

Just general thoughts

I just love the team dynamic in general the actors had great chemistry with each other

They don’t whump Ronon enough and that is A Crime.    

But when they do whump him OH BOY ITS GOOD

Just off the top of my head I can think of     the episode where John and Elizabeth were possessed by those people who     wanted to kill each other and ronon got SHOT that was dope especially when     it showed the surgery but I was so mad there was no aftercare

Also just the fact that after Ronon was shot the guy possessing John said (about John) something like “if only you could hear him right now he is screaming so loud” or something to that effect and I’m not really a John whumper but oh boy the thought of John fighting as hard as he could to try and get control back because he wants to help Ronon rlly adds to the experience

After atlantis flies and John is going around checking the damage and he finds Ronon with the shard of glass in his shoulder juts the way he kneels down next to him is so soft and his voice goes soft too its great

I haven’t gotten there yet but ohoho the enzyme episode where Ronon gets drugged and then has to go through withdrawal ohooho I may have watched that scene a few hundred times

I just love also how fiercely loyal Ronon is and how much he trusts them

That ep where those villagers were going to give them to the wraith and Ronon literally would rather die than let his friends be taken to the wraith I love how John and Teyla go through like  45 heart attacks that’s one of the ones I haven’t gotten to yet but ive  seen gifs and oh boy oh boy does it look good

The way I generally describe Ronon is he’s     like a bug fluffy dog. Like he’s kind of silly sometimes and he’s very     loyal and will kill without hesitation if it means keeping his friends     safe

Also just that whole scene when Ronon arrives     when John is asking Elizabeth if he can stay is just like a kid asking his     mom if he can keep a dog he found

And Ronon has such a sweet smile also I love it when hes happy (but also I love it when hes in pain)

Stargate Atlantis was very well directed because for most definitions of “good acting” you can see “oh this character is sad. Now they are happy” which I do understand that many people prefer  this because they have difficulty interpreting facial expressions but I absolutely adore how subtly expressive the actors are because to me it’s fascinating to decode what the character is feeling. They act like real people and talk in the way real people would and it seems super natural and not scripted, and you can just tell in their interactions that the characters care for each other a lot and its beautiful

Now that I’ve said something vaguely scholarly-like its time to move on to the mess of headcanons

Headcanons

So when rewatching season 2 with my sister I realized the amazing potential for angst involving Kell (his old commander who he killed) so in my mind even though he’s very loyal to John at first it was more of a “you saved my life now I’ll watch your back because I owe you” and he had difficulty trusting any of them but especially John this changes over time ofc but he can’t help being wary of command 

I also hc that Kell  would punish the soldiers in his division for being “unfit” for battle so like if they broke a leg or something they would be punished  (this is mostly just for my guilty pleasure of ANGST) so that way they     would “be more aware” of their surroundings and whatnot 

Also disobey direct  orders was a big no no and you know how laid back John usually is with  orders so the first time Teyla disobeyed a direct order after Ronon joined the team John was grumbling about it in a way Teyla knew wasn’t serious but Ronon just kind of panicked and started lying his ass off and saying he threatened her into doing it and he should take the punishment which led to an awkward conversation (awkward for Ronon, it left his teammates ready for some murdering)

He hides injuries  because he was alone for so long and never had anyone to take care of him so he just forgets that he has to mention it and in his mind some injuries might not be that bad 

Beckett is constantly  chasing him around after missions desperately trying to get him to hold  still for long enough to do a check

Ronon hates pain medicine because it tends to dull his senses so in his mind all the more  reason to avoid Beckett

He is really good friends with Beckett but just not when he’s hurt

Usually he wanders into the medbay after bad nightmares if Beckett is on night shift and will just sit there

One time he hesitantly asked if Beckett could check to make sure that the tracker was actually gone for good

Ronon was expecting to get laughed at but Beckett took the request with the upmost seriousness and ran all the tests he could think of to calm Ronon’s fear

One time Ronon stumbled into the medbay and he obviously hadn’t slept in a while and was flinching at every noise so Beckett made up an excuse to “take some blood to test and see if it would be compatible with vaccines for the common sicknesses  humans get” and just like. Sedated him. Ronon felt betrayed at first but quickly realized that Beckett only did it because he cared about him and wasworried. He did try to get more sleep after that tho

Oh and you can bet Beckett goes off at him if he ever ends up in the medbay which he does to everyone but  especially Ronon because usually he’s either dragged there or he’ll come  in like “yeah so three days ago for the last mission I got hit in the side and now I’m coughing up blood so…” and then will just like pass out

While he was a runner he trained himself to be a light sleeper so adjusting to Atlantis was difficult because the ocean would wake him up every night at first

Also thunderstorms are The Worst to him because 1. It gives him PTSD for when he was a soldier and the wraith were attacking and 2. When he was a runner thunderstorms were almost a death sentence because the wraith could track him but he couldn’t hide he couldn’t hear and he couldn’t see so yeah thunderstorms are real bad for him

He has a constant fear of leading the Wraith to his new home and his new family oh also I decided that he doesn’t know if his mother died or not so every place they go he’s hopeful he’ll see her

This is a hc I had before I knew it was basically canon but he and the team hang out in the cafeteria a lot especially after nightmares they just all gravitate there

Also I haven’t gotten here yet so I’m just going off of what I know but he kind of tried to leave after Beckett died because he managed to find a way to blame himself also one of my hcs is that Beckett would tell him  about Scotland all the time and had decided that if they ever got the opportunity to go to Earth then Ronon was coming to Scotland with him sooo     ehehhe the angst of Ronon going to earth for Beckett’s funeral and going     to Scotland with Beckett but not in the way either of them wanted

On to softer hcs just cuz

He loves hugs. 7 years of being alone would  make anyone want a hug.

Children gravitate to him for some reason. Logically it doesn’t make sense because he’s so big and a bit intimidating but children just adore him

He carries extra snacks for Rodney

He can’t swim. Somehow he went his entire life without knowing how to swim which Rodney is astounded by and goes on about it for a minute or so

John took it upon himself to give him swimming lessons. John was a terrible teacher but Ronon managed to get the idea

He loves cocoa, specifically loaded with marshmallows. Teyla jokes he likes the marshmallows more than the cocoa

Wow this has gone on so much longer than I thought it would

So that’s it! you unleashed the beast. I now demand to hear your thoughts on ronon because boy oh boy hes a great whumpee and im not sure ive met many if anyone who likes to whumpe him so im super excited!!

[nad-zeta]

Match up! (◠‿◠✿)

hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞

bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!

i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!

sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.

a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.

hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs

oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((

some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.

some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.

tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞

Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x

 So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide

The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones. 

Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.

It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much. 

You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.

All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds. 

Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.

Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side. 

This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student. 

He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.

The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory. 

You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”

The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it. 

Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss. 

After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow. 

This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky

Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.

Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.

Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you. 

Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.

Other potential matches……………..Masamune 

I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day! 

[peterthepark]

crush culture - [three]

come on, take my hand

pairing: steve harrington x reader (university & modern au)

summary: ice skating and late night endeavors always lead to something good. especially when steve likes holding your hand.

warnings: fluff, uses of social media, strong language, cuteness overload

A/N: chapter was inspired by dumb stuff by LANY! check them out! such a good band <3

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You chuckle brightly as your phone lights up for the third time in a row, buzzing softly with a notification from Steve. Shoving a spoonful of Chinese take-out into your mouth, you type back, blissfully unaware of the mischievous looks that your roommates give you.

He’s been texting you for weeks - whether it be to check in on you, or ask about your day, or to share new music with you. Steve truly meant it when he had said that he enjoyed your company. You didn’t mind the sudden companionship between the two of you, becoming closer to Steve couldn’t make you any happier. But you did wonder if he felt the same way, based on his flirtatious innuendos and his cheeky comments.

What if you were simply trying to see what you wanted to: that he liked you back?

“When we said text Steve, we didn’t mean text Steve.” Kate smirks, twisting her fork into the chow-mein. “You guys have been at it nonstop, huh?”

You shrug, locking your phone. “He’s just being friendly.” Robin huffs loudly, groaning as she leans back against the chair. “I don’t wanna jump to conclusions, Ro. And I really don’t wanna rush into things, either. We don’t need another Jake situation.”

“God, I forget about that asshole.” She laughs bitterly, fists clenching at the mention of his name. “Piece of shit.”

Kate continues making conversation, talking amongst herself with Robin as you return to the messages on your phone.

what are u doing todayyy?

nothing rlly, gonna relax my ass off since it’s already break 🎄

You bite down on your thumb, before continuing to type away.

what about you?

The grey ellipse appears on the screen, bouncing as Steve begins to reply - only for it to disappear shortly thereafter, where you found yourself left on read. You frowned, hoping that you hadn’t lost his interest. Giving him a couple of minutes, you slip your phone away, dragging your feet to the front door to grab the mail as you thought of worst case scenarios.

You pull open the mailbox, sticking your hand inside to grab the pile of white envelopes and coupons from the local market. Shifting through the papers, you take notice of a few important letters, eyebrows raised when you see one sent from London. A breeze brushes past your calves, and you turn in surprise to the sound of a small, chiming bell. Pedaling in circles around you, Steve plants his foot on the concrete, pulling the red bike to a stop.

“Hey!” You laugh heartily, putting the stack of mail under your arm.

Steve grabs the drink carrier in the basket of his bike, handing you a hot cup of coffee with a shy grin. He sports a grey beanie, and little wings of his hair pop out from beneath the fabric.

Adorable.

“I just wanted to repay you for that last time.” He remarks, “If I remembered correctly, it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you, Steve.” Your fingers brush against his as you generously accept the cup, ignoring the nervous tremble in your voice. “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s alright. Better now. Thanks to you.” His head charmingly bobs to the side. Dipping your heads, you both blush with bashful smiles. “But I, uh, just finished my newspaper route around the neighborhood. And I’m headin’ back to my place.”

“Yeah? Maybe we could hang out today or something?” You shrug in suggestion, unsure of your words. “If you’re not busy.”

Steve smiles faintly before he nods his head in agreement. He tries to seem as calm as possible towards your question, but internally, he was truly exploding with butterflies. Has a girl ever made him feel this way after such a long time? It had been years since he genuinely felt the fantastical flutter in his stomach. And most importantly, it had been years since he oh-so-badly wanted to purse a girl as much as he wanted to pursue you. The littlest things that you’d do would send him into a captivated trance - like the way you’d let the sleeves of your sweater hang over your palms, cupping themselves around the heat of your coffee.

He was crushing on you.

A sliver of him didn’t sit well with the feeling. He’s always had a bit of trust issues with girls, especially after his past three ex-girlfriends. He forgot how crushes made him feel starry-eyed and lively, like he was on top of the whole world.

But who’s to say he wasn’t complaining about said crush? He likes you. End of story. Did he want to be something more? Maybe. If you’d let him.

More like if he’d let himself.

“Do you wanna come inside for a little?” You point at your apartment, swaying gently.

He hums undecidedly, as if he were making a tough decision. “Is it okay with your roommates?”

Robin and Kate lose their minds as soon as Steve walks through the door. Of course, they try to seem as subtle as possible with their excitement - not wanting to reveal the fact that you had feelings for Steve - but clearly, they were doing a terrible job in doing so. Kate would roughly nudge you in his direction, while Robin would wiggle her eyebrows at him. When Steve would have his back turned to them, they’d pretend to make-out in a comically exaggerated way. Ever the support system.

You offer him a combination of breakfast-lunch-and-dinner, sliding over a plate of the take-out from earlier. Steve rejects out of courtesy, but you respectfully insist, which causes him to, in the end, accept the food (mainly because he was unable to resist the pout on your face, and who wouldn’t say no to good ol’ Chinese food?) You sit and talk together at the dining table - him munching on Mongolian beef while you take careful sips from the latte he’d given you. Robin and Kate would butt into your conversation a few times, mostly to get to know Steve, asking him questions that you’d think only your family would ask.

Eventually, you retreat to your bedroom, cockily challenging him to a game of Mario Kart. You sit against your headboard, thumbs mashing the triggers as you speed past Steve.

“I’m telling you, Harrington. You can never win against me.” You giggle at him, pointing at the screen with your controller as you victoriously cross the finish line.

“You’re cheating!” He shouts, eyes wide with disbelief at how you managed to win again.

You turn to him, sending him a skeptical look. “There’s no cheating in Mario Kart! How could I possibly cheat?”

“Okay, fair. Then that means you must’ve hacked the game. There’s like no way. You’ve won like five times!”

Playfully, you toss your hair over your shoulder, finding amusement at the way he tries to stifle a laugh at your antics. “I’m just that good, Steve.”

In denial, Steve calls for another rematch, forcing you to pick a different character this time because he just doesn’t believe that you’re actually winning through Toad. Instead, you blindly pick Princess Peach, and Steve sticks with playing as the classic Mario. And to your downfall, you lose.

“Ha! I fucking knew it! Cheater!”

“Steve! I am not!”

“Yes! You won every damn time with Toad and now you’ve lost as Peach? Y/N, that’s some shady ass shit.” He gestures animatedly, wagging a finger at you.

“Uhuh. Go on. Go on. Bask in your victory. How many times have you won? Once?”

Cockily (and clearly fed up with your shit-talking), Steve asks for another match, this time, challenging you to a race around Rainbow Road. However, you lose again, causing Steve to win by one round.

“Hell yeah!” Rejoicing, he tosses the controller onto the bed. He throws his hands up, playing an imaginary trumpet with apparent joy that makes you smile.

“Oh, please. I let you win.”

“Nu-uh. I doubt it. You wanna know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

His voice drops to a whisper, tickling your ear as he leans closer into you. “I’m just that good.” You roll your eyes at his mocking tone, copying the words that you had said earlier with confidence.

“Keep telling yourself that. It’ll manifest someday.” You snort, pushing his shoulder. “Okay, so does the loser still get punishment?”

“I’m a man of my word.” He winks at you. “This isn’t necessarily a punishment though.”

“Oh?”

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, “More of an - an invitation that you can’t say no to.”

He couldn’t possibly...

“There’s this holiday ice skating thing downtown.” He starts, fiddling with the loose thread at the end of his sweater as he raises his head to meet your dumbfounded stare. “Come with me, Y/N?”

Was he asking you on a date?

Speechless, you stutter, cheeks heating up with sudden shyness. “Of course. I mean, I can’t say no, right?”

You exchange laughter, legs brushing up against each other as you scoot further up the bed.

“But do you want to say no?”

His eyes flicker up to meet your gaze. His brown eyes are intense, swirling with curiosity and anticipation as he awaits your response. With the hand furthest from your view, he crosses his pointer and middle finger over each other, silently sending a prayer to the universe that you’d say something that wouldn’t break his poor heart.

“Steve,” You shake your head. “I’d say yes even if I did have a choice.” He bites down on his bottom lip, feeling his heart pound from your words. “So, tonight?”

“Tonight. I’ll pick you up.” His arm brushes up against yours, and you suddenly become dizzy with all the emotions you were experiencing. “Sounds alright?”

“Sounds perfect, actually.”

-

Sighing, you stare at your reflection in the mirror, fingers playing with the loose strands of hair that wouldn’t stay in place. You readjust the earmuffs on your head, patting them down with a growing smile. From outside, you hear the soft ring of the doorbell echo through the hallways. With one final outfit-check, you slip your backpack over your shoulders then pick at your bubble jacket for any ugly stains or threads.

“Y/N! Steve is here!” You puff out your cheeks at Robin’s shout, giving yourself a brief pep talk before you’re barreling towards the front door. Robin grins proudly at you, placing her hands on your shoulders with a content look. “Don’t make an idiot out of yourself.”

You chuckle, placing your hands over hers. “Thanks. I’ll be sure not to.” She pulls you into a hug, whispering in your ear to call her if anything goes wrong. Turning the knob of the door, you’re met with Steve on your doorstep.

He smiles widely when he raises his head, face softening when he sees how cozy you look. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You shut the door behind you.

“Y-You ready to go?” He gestures at the motorcycle parked on your street - red and white, and all Steve Harrington.

“We’re going on that?” Realizing how rude that must’ve sounded, you continue. “I... motorcycles are just - they - I’ve never been on one, so...”

“There’s a first time for everything.” He laughs, scratching his jaw. Noticing your uneasy expression, he reaches out to touch your forearm. “Hey... you’ll be fine. You’ll love it.”

You sit behind Steve, calming yourself down as he starts up the bike. Wordlessly, he hands you his helmet.

“Are you sure? What about you?”

He shrugs, “Take it. Want you to be safe.” You place the helmet over your head, shivering from the cold. “You gonna hold on now or what?”

“Huh?” Steve takes your hands in his, placing them over his stomach so that your arms wrap tightly around his waist. “Oh, right. Yeah. Of course.”

Your breathing halts for a minute as he revs the engine, before he’s pulling into the street carefully. You squeak as he drives faster, whizzing past cars and stuck taxis. The chilly wind blows through your hair, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your throat. Steve feels his heart grow at the sound, glancing back at you when the stoplight turns red.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Pretty. No word in the world could describe you. But perfect seemed like a close one.

Steve helps you off the motorcycle, holding your hand as you hop down. The ice rink is filled with people, while Christmas music plays faintly over the speakers by the bleachers. He doesn’t let go of your hand; neither of you utter a word about it as you walk over to the rental skates. The only time he pulls away is when he puts his ice skates on, tugging on the laces expertly before he offers to fix yours. You don’t reject, laughing at the mess of strings you had accidentally created. His hand finds its place with yours when you head into the rink, holding onto the sides for support as you both get yourselves accustomed to the slippery ice.

Soon, you and Steve start to race each other around, nearly bumping into strangers as you glide past him. He grasps your hand before you can escape, which causes you to fall back into his chest from the sudden action. Steve instantly catches you, holding you by your hips before you can plummet to the hard, cold ground.

“Easy there, tiger.” He laughs against your skin, cold breath nipping at your neck. You blush, finding your footing once more. You spin around to face him, eyes trailing over the snowflakes that line the ridges of his beanie. “Did I tell you how, um, how cute you look... tonight?”

“Steve...”

“I mean, you look cute everyday but the whole...” He points at his ears. “...the whole earmuff thing brought out the - your - your cuteness.”

Just as flustered as you, he leans beside you against the rink’s fence, blinking up at the stars. You look over to him; you count the freckles on his jaw and the way the corner of his mouth turns up into a shy smile when he catches your eye. You dig the bladed toe of your skate into the ice, planting yourself in place as Steve slowly angles his body towards you. His hand comes to rest behind you, then his face is merely inches from yours. You hold your breath. Steve’s gaze flickers down to your lips, and the bridge of his nose gently grazes against yours. His head lowers while he parts his lips and closes his eyes.

He’s going to kiss you.

Until your phone buzzes loudly, and you groan in irritation. Steve’s face falls, and he tears his longing stare away from your lips when you step back to answer it.

Fucking hell.

“Hello?” Your voice is weak, raspy as if Steve had already kissed the life out of you - which he didn’t. Because you just got interrupted. “Kate? Yeah. What do you mean I... oh, fuck. You guys aren’t at home anymore? Fuck. Yeah, okay. Thanks. No, I’ll figure it out. It’s fine. I swear. Alright, bye.”

“Everything okay?” Steve sounds disappointed, but also worried, based on the tone of your voice.

“I left my freaking keys back at the apartment.” You laugh bitterly, cursing under your breath. “Kate and Robin had to go to Levi’s for something urgent and they won’t be back till like later-later.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

“Then come back to my place.”

What? Your jaw falls open at his words, and you rub your eyes to make sure that you aren’t dreaming.

“Are you sure? I could always find someone else and-“

“No, no. It’s okay. Plus, I live really close. It’s not a big deal for me or Jonathan.”

You and Steve linger around the rink for a few more hours. The tension between the two of you is clear - the accidental touches and accidental, nervous eye contact. Once the rink starts to clear up, you both decide to go home (or well, to Steve’s place).

-

His lofty two-story apartment is the same as it was during the party, only this time, silence fills the emptied space. You toss your shoes in the corner by the door, wincing when it echoes loudly throughout the living room. Steve pads out of the hallway, handing you a warm set of clothes.

“Steve, this is a lot. I’m only staying for tonight. I can sleep in these.” You huff, shrugging your jacket off and hanging it over the couch.

He shakes his head, smiling at you. “Here, it’s just a nice gesture from me to you. I’m insisting.” You hesitantly take the folded pile of clothing from him, holding it to your chest as he directs you to the bathroom.

Out of your cold and icy clothes, you tug down the long sleeves of Steve’s thermo, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla. Then, you move towards Steve’s bedroom, knocking softly at his door. You hear a brief ‘yeah!’ from the inside, and you poke your head through the crack between the doorway.

“I’m gonna go sleep now...” You nod your head over to the couch by the TV. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

“No problem. You’ll be fine back there?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Steve sits on the edge of his bed, playing with his hands as he blinks at you. “G’night.”

You retreat towards the couch, plopping onto the leather cushions with a grunt. You lay the plaid blanket over your legs and curl up into the bundle of pillows. Burying your hands between your thighs for warmth, you shut your eyes, hoping that sleep would find its way soon.

It doesn’t. Tossing and turning don’t help at all - neither does the stiffness of the couch. You try your best to fall asleep, whether it be browsing on your phone or turning on the TV, nothing brings you there.

You knew you were making a bad decision once you had gotten up, letting the blanket trail behind you like a train as you quietly tiptoe into the hallway that led into Steve’s room. You screw your eyes shut when your hand reaches out to turn the knob, which makes the door creak slowly when you push it open.

The hall light peeks into Steve’s dark room, causing him to turn onto his back when he sees your figure. “Y/N...?”

“Hey, um... I can’t really - really sleep, so I was...” You clear your throat, hoping your voice would stop trembling already. “I was wondering if I could... stay with you? If that’s okay. With you. Maybe.”

You tug the blanket tighter around your shoulders, searching Steve’s sleepy face for a reaction. He mumbles something inaudible, before he pulls the comforter back and outstretches a large hand towards you.

“C’mere, beautiful.” He whispers as you crawl onto the bed, tucking your feet beneath his white sheets. He flips onto his other side, facing you with a tired smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

He laughs into the pillow, while you innocently bat your eyelashes up at him. You find his hand under the covers, your pinky finger latches onto his, and you bite back the hazy grin on your face.

“Y/N?” Steve murmurs, a curl falling against his forehead.

You place your free hand on his arm. “Shhh...”

“Can I... can I...”

You force yourself to stay awake, listening to him stutter endlessly. With half-lidded eyes, you meet Steve’s admirable stare. Then, his hand leaves your pinky, trailing up your side until he stops at the nape of your neck. The bed shifts as he rolls closer towards you.

You gasp lightly when he kisses your forehead. Then the tip of your nose. Then your left cheek. Your right. And finally, he halts for a moment. His thumb swipes across your jaw, and you feel your eyes slowly, slowly, slowly close. Your eyebrows furrow in thought when Steve continues tracing letters on your jaw.

His finger follows the curve of the eight letter until the pad of his thumb lands on your bottom lip.

He spells out the words: I like you.

Steve tilts his head, and you squeeze his hip to let him know that it’s okay. A euphoric feeling washes over your chest when his lips press against yours. They’re soft - a little chapped from the cold - but it doesn’t faze you. He tastes of pumpkin spice, and you lean further into him for more. Laughs bubble from the two of you when you accidentally elbow his cheek, but return into the kiss once more.

He lets his lips hover over yours for one moment, then he places a chaste peck on them before he’s pulling back. He doesn’t want to. But he did need oxygen.

Yet, who needs oxygen when a person makes you feel like they can provide you all the possible air in the universe?

Steve smiles again when he recognizes the relaxed expression on your face. He pushes your hair away from your face, and then, he’s drifting off to sleep as well.

You take his breath away.

And at the same time, you’re the fresh air in his lungs.

-

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[nemirutami]

I'd like to know literally everything about Goro in this AU. What's he planning, what's wrong with his hands? /everything/

I can’t speak for straylize bc our two Akechi’s are very different, so I can’t answer your “hands” question since that’s strictly in her version of the AU. I can answer what my Akechi will do (spoilers tho) and some of his backstory. Tbh getting questions like this helps from writing long descriptions on art.

I’m going to ramble for a while bc when else is anyone rlly gonna ask me for Akechi content.

My Akechi ran away from a different region at a young age (reasons unknown) to look for a new home. A palace guard from the Arisato kingdom found him, felt sorry for him, and asked the king if he could take care of him. The king basically agreed only on the condition that 1) He be raised/groomed to serve the Arisatos and 2) He should be taught his place early on so he doesn’t break rules or overstep boundaries (since he was raised outside the kingdom prior to this and they’ve got no clue where he’s actually from).

Since my Akechi arrived at the palace when he was young, he got to grow up around Akira and Minato (although, not exactly to the same extent Akira and Minato did giving their relationship as prince and future retainer). He got to see the young nobles spend time at the palace (as a kid, he was curious when there were other kids around and wanted to hang out, understandably?) but there was always a kid in the mix that didn’t look like he belonged with the nobles, and that was Akira. It gave Akechi a sense of hope that, maybe, he’d make friends with Minato and Akira? And the other kids? Regardless of their ranks? Because Akira looked like an outsider compared to the prince, and yet he was the closest to the prince? 

Minato and Akechi actually bump into each other during one of these meet ups because Minato runs off to steal popsicles for everyone from the pantry (Akira dared him jokingly and he took it seriously) and Akechi as a young child starts mouthing apologies and remorse over “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have spied on you!” and Minato just “…” because man, Akechi got so scared of being penalized for peeking that he just ran his mouth for a straight minute. Minato offers him a popsicle before the guards interrupt them. That’s the only interaction he’s ever had with the young prince, and it’s at that early age. So, overall, Akira has no memory of Akechi or Minato ever meeting, but Minato and Akechi have an early fond memory to share when shit hits the fan later down the line.

Akechi basically spends his childhood longing for friendship he can’t have, while, once he grows up enough to climb ranks, spends every waking hour trying to get into the military (because that’s where Akira is the most, and he’s always wanted to have a casual conversation with Akira and ask him more personal questions. How are the nobles like? What’s the king like? Was it fun growing up with him? Do you have any hobbies? WANNA GO OUT FOR COFFEE I KNOW YOU LIKE COFFEE AM I SUBTLE ENOUGH YET? Etc.) but climbing ranks is very difficult and can take years.

That’s why, once Akechi manages to finally pass the test with hard work, he feels cheated when it’s taken away just because “the current king needs to approve of you, too”. To put more salt on the wounds, since they were attacked and a number of people died, they’re actually low on members. The military took a hit, so they do need new members, problem is, not only soldiers were killed in the hell that transpired during that war. Akechi’s forced to remain a kitchen attendant because there’s not a lot of people they can afford to train to know their way around such a complex kitchen right now. Even if Akechi can take the test, and pass again, it’ll at least be a year or two until the Kingdom collects itself before he can climb to the position of soldier and go outside to do field work like he wants. He grows so bitter over it, but he promises himself he’ll reach Akira one day.

The sad thing is, he never will.

Not with honest work. 

Much like in themes of P5, the world, sometimes, can be really unfair. People who are born into the right family (IE- The Kurusu Family) get special privileges. People who keep in touch with them or work close to them sometimes benefit from knowing them or being kind to them. Connections help you climb ranks. Sucking up helps you climb ranks. Although, obviously, it only works selectively, and Akira’s time is really limited because of all the shit he has to do. So, when a kitchen attendant walks up to him to converse or ask for a favor, he won’t take it seriously, and will tell him to “go talk to someone his own rank” if he wants a favor, because to Akira- there’s nothing valuable Akechi can do for him in his position. The problem Akira doesn’t realize is that he’s keeping Akechi in his position by dismissing him, therefore rendering anything he can contribute to a clean zero. He’s not doing this to be a shit to Akechi. He’s doing it because that’s what the Kurusu’s were raised to do. A Kurusu’s only job is to act as the King’s human shield. Anything that looks like it might waste his time or pull him away from that will just be dismissed. What can a kitchen attendant do for him? What benefit will Akira have speaking to someone beneath him with no real ties to other nobles? He isn’t looking to make friends or socialize, so all he does is dismiss Akechi.

Akechi, who grew up admiring Akira, wishing to be close to him one day, to be like him one day, begins to loathe him for what he’s become. Because true, Akira was different before he took on his retainer position, but that’s partly because Minato almost died and both their parents were murdered in the war. Enforcing that Rank policy was the only way to keep people organized and keep them within their own lane not to complicate his work.

Akechi asks about the position to join the military often, but Akira’s answer is always “The King is busy right now,” which is true, but dismissing Akechi’s problems like that is still cold. 

It gets so bad that Akechi has to sneakily make his way to Minato personally without permission to ask him about the position. He’s breaking rules (something he only considers because he’s getting desperate). He’s afraid to get penalized, but he’s hinging his bets on Minato’s punishment being lenient since that seems to be a running theme and the talk of everyone around (given Minato’s not executed anyone as of yet regardless of their crime- so anything that isn’t a death sentence will be worth it to him HE DOESN’T CARE…).

Dumb boy actually mANAGES TO SNEAK INTO MINATO’S OFFICE SPACE AND CASUALLY STARTS WITH “Hi” like a dumbass and startles the hell out of Minato so much that Minato automatically reacts to shout for the guards. Akechi starts mouthing apologizes instantly like “I’m sorry, this will only take a minute!” and “I know I shouldn’t have snuck in, but-!” and it’s like something clicks in Minato’s mind like. This seems really familiar. And he just.Oh.You’re the kid that runs his mouth a lot.Ok gotcha, I don’t feel that afraid now lmao.

Akechi manages to tell Minato his rank and occupation before Minato makes a call for them, though, and it calms him somewhat. Seeing Minato so easily startled up close shows Akechi that his king is stressed and that something’s very wrong? But he doesn’t know what. During the early years, they’ve had a huge number of assassination attempts, most of which Minato is unaware of, but some of them, he knows pretty well because some actually came close. So, seeing Akechi just WALK IN… without a sound to boot… yeah.

Minato doesn’t penalize him but he does say something along the lines of “God, I will fucking slam that door in your face next time you enter without permission.” Not exactly like this, but he’s shouting this version in his head lmao and giving Akechi the kind version. Akechi tells him about his troubles, and Minato’s just “…This is the first time I’m hearing about it. Why didn’t you approach me sooner?” Minato he fucking tried ok it’s hard. Because at this point it’s been like… several years? Akechi’s been waiting it out as he was told, meanwhile, Minato wasn’t aware of his issues at all. Something always came first. It shows how fucked the system is for people who aren’t high enough on the list. The news never even reached Minato because so many other things took precedence over his issues.

Minato though, wanting to take action immediately as soon as a problem presents itself, decides to leave what he was doing to try and appease Akechi because… having to wait several years is a long waiting time just to join the military? Minato can’t promote him right away (given how much he actually has left to do) but at the very least, he gives Akechi a date where he’ll initiate it personally much like his father did for all new soldiers. Minato also apologizes to him? And it makes Akechi feel guilty because hey, look at that, Minato would have done the thing if he had just known. Makes him feel guilty for sneaking into Minato’s office without permission. Makes him feel guilty for not even getting penalized but for getting a promotion instead. His moral compass gets a little fucked at this point when he realizes that this is the first time he’s broken the rules, and it’s the only time he’s ever benefited. He shouldn’t feel guilty for getting what he deserves, in his opinion? It’s the method with which he reached it, but no other methods were working, so, was it really that bad of a thing?

It starts a downwards spiral of more things after he becomes soldier. Certain more experienced soldiers get sent on specific missions, while Akechi mostly tends to things within the palace again. He never gets to meet high ranked soldiers or people he thinks will help him up his rank to get closer to the king, and unless he actually does something extraordinary (of which the chances are very slim) he won’t be able to make a huge impression enough to get promoted above C rank (the lowest military rank).

So. He figures. Alright… I broke the rules that one time. I guess spreading a little rumor about this one soldier might kick him off field work for a while. So, he spreads a lie, feels a little guilty, but it’s easier than sneaking into Minato’s HQ. Plus, there’s no penalty just for a little rumor that they can’t even trace back to him for certain. Guy he’s spreading rumors about naturally has to step down from a mission, and one of the rookies has to take over. Akechi offers to go, and that’s how he slowly starts his manipulation streak to get to the top. It isn’t fair to others. But what did the others ever do to him? They ignored him for years just because he wasn’t important enough to them- so, they can go fuck themselves for all he cares. 

Minor misdemeanors turn into actual crimes over several years where he loses himself more and more, becoming so corrupt he can hardly think about friendship anymore but about power and the benefit it will have if he manages to get close to the king. At Rank A, he has such bloodstained hands that he doesn’t care about Akira’s friendship. His only motive now is to find something incriminating on Akira to kick Akira down from his position. “Dethrone” a Kurusu? The Kurusus were special breeds, and he’s always wanted to put Akira in his place because he’s always struggled, but Akira was handed friendship, love, and yet treated everyone else like they were secondary. Problem is that Akechi doesn’t actually understand Akira’s purpose as Kurusu. 

Akira’s purpose is to only really care for the King’s best interest, not anyone elses. So, anything Akira can do to make Minato’s life easier, he does, and not telling Minato about Akechi’s problems is just an extension of that sense of duty. It’s something Akira does to everyone because it’s how he was raised. King first, you second, nation last. The reason he comes second is because he’d sacrifice himself for his king, but not for his people. If he died for a civilian or a rank beneath him, Minato would be exposed to threats, and his life would be in danger. It’s something Akechi can’t know because he wasn’t raised knowing the ins and outs of the Kurusu family. So it creates a divide between them where Akechi constantly calls Akira out on how shitty he’s being to everyone who isn’t Minato, and Akira basically going “yeah, that’s my fucking job, asshole, i’m not here to please you or pat you on the head for doing a good job, go get friends your own rank if you want that” in not exactly those words lmao but something similar.

CLAPS HANDS. THIS HAS BEEN A LONG RAMBLE THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TAMTALK I’LL GLADLY TALK MORE ABOUT AKECHI because I love writing him and his descent into the most corrupted mindset just to get ahead. This isn’t even all of it, this is just the buildup to the shit that leads Akechi to become Minato’s second personal retainer…

That’s right Akira, Akechi is coming for yOUR JOB.

[taeinmycup]

Happy Birthday, Taehyung (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: yeah.... it’s just 5.5k words full of filthy smut don’t read it if you... don’t read smut.

Words: 5.5k

You surprise Taehyung with an ‘oh so lovely’ birthday gift, and what could be a better surprise than you yourself; wrapped in nothing else but a single red ribbon.

A/N: i...... cannot believe i actually wrote this for tae’s bday hskgajkghjkshgjk. i got inspired by a tweet about this piece of clothing. anyways taehyung, happy birthday!! i love u and i hope you don’t ever read this asdfghjkl

You take the small, but tight wrapped package out of the mailman’s hands, feeling your cheeks getting burnt as your mind seems to remember what the content of this package was supposed to be. You cannot help to feel a bit ashamed all of a sudden – although the oblivious mailman in front of you only wanted you to take the package quickly, so that he could move on to his delivery address. Seeing the frown on his middle-aged face and his impatient posture, you assume that he must love his job very much. NOT.

“Please sign here, miss,” the mailman tells you, handing you a device on which you are supposed to confirm the package has arrived at your house. You silently thank the mailman for delivering your package, before you quickly close your front door. However, you did not miss the man’s irritated grunt, but he walked away before you could throw back a remark.

You put the package down on the salon table in the middle of your living room, eying it down for a couple of seconds before checking your watch. 5:50 PM. You rub your palms in a nervous manner as you realize your husband would come home in less than an hour, and for the last time, you go through your plan in your head thoroughly – somehow not believing that you are actually doing this.

Three weeks ago, when you and Taehyung were wandering around the streets randomly – just enjoying the fresh winter breeze in general – the two of you stumbled upon a new sex shop three streets next to your favourite restaurant. You remember Taehyung’s glistening eyes and his cocky smirk as he eyed a particular clothing wrapped around a mannequin displayed behind the store’s window.

“It would be nice if you could surprise me with that on my birthday, love.” You remember his words as if it was yesterday, and the chills down your spine that came with it as he whispered these words in your ear. As soon as you laid your eyes around the exposed clothing, you immediately disregarded the idea in your head. You would rather throw yourself of a cliff than wearing such type of clothing. You were not even sure you could call it ‘clothing’ – since it was basically just a red ribbon wrapped around the chest area and a little bit around the intimate part down there.

You and Taehyung had many similarities, which was why the two of you are going strong for almost four years now. However, your sexual preferences are not part of the similarities – which was made clear with Taehyung’s suggestion three weeks ago. You simply prefer soft, vanilla sex – while Taehyung… tends to go for the more extreme actions. To your luck, the two of you never went any further than a belt and a Gucci tie – which you are happy about, but you cannot help but feel bad for Taehyung. After all, he always complies to your wishes –  telling you that he does not mind the soft, innocent-like sex – but you know that he is always up for a level higher.

Which is why you’re eying the brown, small package in front of you on the salon table once again, for once wanting to grant Taehyung’s wishes, instead of him granting yours.

After all, it is his birthday today.

With your semi-trembling hands, you pick up the package, before darting to your bedroom in a quick pace – as if you were afraid to get caught after doing a bad deed, but you know that it does not make sense at all, since you are all alone at home.

You close the door – a bit too loud to your preference – and you get a scissor from a random drawer in your desk. With a deep breath, you sit down on the bed you shared with Taehyung, before opening the package carefully. A short breath hitches in your throat after the package is unwrapped completely, the bright shade of red catching your eye in a second. Unconsciously, you stroke the satin ribbon with your fingertips, unable to believe that it will be wrapped around your naked body in less than an hour.

Fuck, you needed to hurry up.

You get out of your comfortable clothes with ease, the beat of your heart rapidly increasing with every piece of clothing that you disregard. As your naked body comes in contact with a random cool breeze, you cannot help but feel a small shiver go down your spine. You then pick up the red ribbon with your hands, scanning it quickly with your eyes moving up and down – mentally preparing yourself.

It takes you quite a few minutes to wrap the ribbon around your body correctly – a small number of curses escaping your lips unconsciously in the process of putting it on – but you eventually manage to do it. Biting down your bottom lip, you look in the mirror to get a glimpse of your reflection, honestly not feeling less naked than the moment before you had put on the red ribbon. However, as you eye your reflection, you suddenly understand why Taehyung loves… these kinds of things.

You looked fucking hot.

You let your hands go wander through your frame – from your boobs (where you can see the ribbon being tied up in a bow) down to your stomach. Although you were not a huge fan of this, you really have to admit that the ribbon fits you well. It manages to make you feel sexy for the very first time in your life.

You take one last glimpse at your reflection, before walking away from your mirror, only to put on your satin robe – since your house felt really chill with only a satin ribbon wrapped around your body. As you check the time, you find out that it took you exactly fifteen minutes to get ready, so you have a little more than thirty minutes to prepare yourself mentally for Taehyung’s birthday ‘surprise’, before he would come home.

To get some distraction, you do some cleaning, since that needed to happen as well. You and Taehyung were so busy these days that whole weeks went by without cleaning the house thoroughly, but you do not realize this until you do the cleaning – instant regrets seeping into you in a fast pace. It takes you a rough twenty minutes – and practically half of your energy – to do the dishes and to vacuum the living room, and you make a mental note to yourself to clean the rest of the house on the next day. Surprisingly enough, you were not too uncomfortable to do the cleaning with a single ribbon wrapped around your frame – which you are happy about, of course.  

You have ten minutes to regain your breath and energy before Taehyung arrives, so you just sit down on the sofa with a glass of red wine in your hand, smiling down at it as you reminisce your honeymoon with Taehyung – where you had your first sip of red wine. The first sip was disgusting, you had to admit. However, Taehyung was – and still is – a huge lover of red wine, and because the man drinks it at least once a week, you eventually had learned yourself to drink it without gagging; up to the point that also you cannot live without it right now. Ironic, really.

A sudden notification from your phone takes you out of your daze, which was placed on the other side of the salon table. You put down the wine glass on the table, before leaning over to grab your phone – which was lightened up because of the tons of messages you got from no one else than… Wendy, your best friend since elementary school.

From Wendy: did u put it on?? From Wendy: i bet it suits you rlly well, u are hot From Wendy: tae’s gonna like it ;)))

You cannot help but roll your eyes at your best friend’s messages, a smile growing on your face as you type in a reply.

From you: i put it on and i honestly thought it would be uncomfortable but to my surprise it fits really well From you: and yeah. i actually look rlly hot what the actual fuck

You honestly would not know what to do if Wendy would not be by your side as your mental support – and you will always be grateful towards her for that. Wendy and you are basically sticking with each other like glue was put on the two of you. She knows all of your ins and outs, while you know hers as well. Besides, without Wendy, you would not be able to meet Taehyung as well, since he was a good friend of her boyfriend – soon to be husband – Yoongi.

From Wendy: u always look hot girl. but i’m sure you look a thousand times hotter now ;))) From you: well thx sis. i gotta go now, tae will be here in less than five minutes BITCH IM NOT READY From Wendy: okay gOOD LUCK TELL ME HOW IT WENT OKAY I LOVE YOU

You grimace at her last reply, asking yourself if you really want to tell her everything. Sure, she knows a lot about your sex life with Taehyung, but of course, you did not tell her everything. You respected your privacy with Taehyung and you did not want to traumatize Wendy with your ‘exciting’ stories as well – although you are sure of the fact that Wendy and Yoongi have shared more extreme intimate moments with each other than you and Taehyung ever had.

All of a sudden, you hear the loud click of your front door, and as an automatic reaction you jolt out of your seat, standing straight up as you waited for your husband to come in. Not long after the click of the front door, you hear the familiar footsteps – his shoes making a soft sound against the surface of the laminated floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heart, which was pounding rapidly against your chest – so loud that the sound of it almost overwhelms Taehyung’s footsteps.

After a minute, the door of your living room flings open with a loud sound – and if you were not so nervous like this, you would have laughed at his eagerness to see you. The next thing you see, is a worn-out, but happy Taehyung smiling down at you, his arms wide open as a signal for you to run into his arms for a tight hug. You shake your head in amusement, letting out a giggle as you do exactly what he wants – running into his arms for a tight hug from your favourite person in the world.

At first, Taehyung does not seem to notice your unusual attire. However, as he feels your chest against his own, he lets go of you with a frown plastered on his face. It is then when he sees the pink satin robe wrapped around your body, and you see one of his eyebrows quirking up before he looks you straight into your eyes.

“Y/N, did you change clothes?” Taehyung asks dumbfounded, and it is hard for you to resist the urge to shake your head in a disapproving way.

“Yeah… I did,” you simply reply, not saying anything further as you slowly take his hand in yours, guiding him to the couch and silently telling him to sit down. Taehyung does not let out a word, and you do not know if he is quiet because he is confused or because he is too worn out to figure out what is going on exactly. A mix of both, probably.

You sit down next to him, cupping his cheek with your hand as you give him a semi-pitying look. Although Taehyung’s eyes are full of life at the moment, the rest of him basically screamed out tiredness and lack of sleep. His new job took a toll on him, you notice that. You are happy that he could live out his dream as the managing director of the most famous art-museum in the city, but he was a human as well – and humans need rest.

“You look tired, Tae. Is everything okay?” you ask him in a genuine tone, as you let your thumb stroke against his cheek gently – the skin feeling soft against the surface of your thumb. Taehyung manages to let out a little smile, taking your hand that was stroking his cheek into his own hands – the small action making you realize how big his hands were in comparison to yours.

“I’m okay,” Taehyung says as he nods slightly, tightening his grip on your hand as the smile on his face never disappears. “How about you, though? You’re acting weird,” he remarks afterwards, lowering his eyes down to your frame, once again pointing out the robe you have wrapped around your frame at the moment.

“Well… Today is a special day, right?” you voice out carefully, but the slight teasing tone in your voice is very clear, and you are sure Taehyung got a catch of it as you see him raise both of his eyebrows in utter confusion and astonishment.

“Oh no. What kind of wicked birthday surprise did you have planned?” Taehyung asks you in suspicion, letting go of your hands slowly as he leans backwards – still eying you with both of his brows raised.

“I wouldn’t say wicked. You’ll actually like it…” You bite down your bottom lip as you shift your body closer towards Taehyung. “You will like it a lot.” By now, you are whispering the words in his ear seductively – his body frame pressed against yours, causing you to feel the shiver going down his spine as he progresses your words in his mind.

Before your husband is able to utter a single word, you back away from him – only to stand up from your seat on the couch. You take a few steps away, until you are standing in front of him directly. Taehyung’s eyes follow your movement, a certain intensity reflected into them as he wets his lips with one flick of his tongue. You cannot help but even feel more nervous underneath his gaze, and the insecurities that suddenly hit you almost makes you want to back out of your plan. However, your desire to see his shocked face after he would see you clothed in a thin red ribbon was bigger than all of your insecurities – so you decide to keep going.

With that, the robe slips from your body within a nanosecond – your almost-naked body in full glory for the man in front of you, wrapped in nothing else but a satin, red ribbon.

Taehyung’s jaw-drop is almost hilarious – not to mention his huge, widened eyes rapidly flickering up and down your body.

“H-How- When- What?”

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.” The man does not move an inch as you let out these words, and your worries come back for a second. Why isn’t he saying anything? Does he not like it?

However, your negative suspicions are proven wrong when he stands up abruptly, before attacking your lips and bringing them in a heated kiss. It all happens so fast, that you are not even able to process what is happening right now. Nevertheless, you enjoy the feeling of his soft lips attached to yours – and you let yourself wander into his touch, your hands gripping his hair like your life depended on it.

Taehyung looks more beautiful than ever when he backs away from the kiss; his lips slightly red and swollen, panting heavily with his hair all fuzzy because of your hands. Once again, he lowers his eyes down to your body, eying it down hungrily while biting down on his bottom lip.

“I thought you didn’t like the idea, love?” Taehyung asks you, his lips forming a smirk as he eyes you with a one of his perfectly sculpted brows quirked up. You feel your cheeks heat up in shyness, as you fidget your fingers and avert your eyes from his gaze – attaching them on anything but on him.

“Yeah well. I might have changed my mind,” you try to reply in a nonchalant tone – not that it works though, because the words come out with a slight nervous vibration in your tone rather than a nonchalant one. At this, Taehyung furrows his brows for a second, tilting his head to the side as he kept on looking into your eyes – although you are not looking into his.

“How come? You know that you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Taehyung grabs your chin in between his index finger and his thumb, moving the position of your head slightly so that you are able to look into his eyes directly. You smile at him, giving his swollen lips one small peck and giggling as you see his semi-confused face.

“You always treat me so well, Tae. I want to give something back to you- and I’m not uncomfortable with this, you have to believe me. I actually think I look smoking hot wrapped in nothing but a red ribbon…” you tell him in reassurance, but you notice that your last few words may have stirred up a hungry sparkle in Taehyung’s eyes, as he noticeably tried to shift in his position.

“You always look hot,” Taehyung groans in slight frustration – a remark from Taehyung that you totally expected. He showers you with all kinds of compliments – from looking beautiful in your baggy sweatpants and your (technically, Taehyung’s) oversized t-shirt, to looking sexy in a tight, black dress that outlined your curves clearly (only to be ripped off your body by Taehyung’s strong hands later on). You honestly never get why he gives you so many compliments, but you happily accept them.

“But,” Taehyung whispers, bringing his lips towards your ear shelf – his warm breath coming into contact with your sensitive skin. His next words make you shudder in pleasure, a light shiver going down your spine as you process his words in your brain.  

“I bet you look hotter without the ribbon on, my love.”

You try to suppress the gasp stuck in your throat, and you have to tighten your grip on Taehyung’s shoulders in order not to crash down on the floor. Your husband seems to notice your weakened position, so he tightens his grip on your waist even more – his deep chuckle vibrating against your ear.

“U-unwrap me then, Tae.” You barely manage to say these words out loud and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours once again, locking your lips with his in another heated kiss. You expect him to untie the ribbon wrapped around your body already – but to your surprise, he does not do it. You can only feel his hands roaming through your body, the touch of his fingertips causing your skin to be covered in goose bumps.

The two of you reach the bedroom sooner than you would have thought, and you only notice Taehyung being half naked when you lie down on the bed – only dressed in his jeans. However, that is not the only thing you notice, and your eyes widen unconsciously at the outline of his bulge, looking like his dick really wants to break free out of his pants.

Taehyung hovers above your body, his fingers stroking the path of the red ribbon in a slow pace without touching your bare skin – and it drives you nuts. You want him so bad, you honestly cannot wait until you are freed from this damned red ribbon wrapped around you. However, since it was Taehyung’s birthday, you let him take his time with you – trying to suppress your own lust and longing with all your might.

“This might be the best birthday surprise that you have ever given me,” Taehyung hums, his fingers fidgeting with the far end of the ribbon, as if he was debating on whether or not to untie the knot on your chest area.

“Oh god. I really want to untie this ribbon and fuck you raw – but you look so hot in it,” Taehyung groans, the deep sound of his voice causing you to feel even wetter than before. You rub your legs against each other, hoping for just a bit of satisfaction for the throbbing in between your legs. Taehyung notices your small action, and only chuckles lowly as he keeps fidgeting with your ribbon, tilting his head to the side with his eyes locked on yours – his stare weakening your insides even more.

Taehyung breaks the stare by leaning into your neck, your sensitive skin burning as you felt a mixture of his lips and teeth ravishingly destroying your neck – covering it in small, purple hickeys. You let out a few strangled moans as a reaction, and they seem to excite the man even more – because you surely felt his lips sucking your skin harder.

His lips go down a bit further, and as they reach your chest area, they stop moving downwards. Taehyung unlocks his lips from your skin, and you want to whimper at the loss – but you get stopped by his hands untying the knot, the satin ribbon loosening around your breasts. It takes Taehyung a few seconds – and a few curses as well – to unwrap your breasts entirely. He lets out a strangled ‘finally’ – and before you can even process the feeling of your breasts being freed from the ribbon, his lips were attacking one of your hardened nipples, while he took the other nipple in between his fingers – toying with it as you arched your back at the touch.

Taehyung lets go of your breasts, before he unwraps you from the ribbon entirely, his soft and delicate hands treating you like you were made of porcelain. You are left naked on his bed, laying down underneath him and looking like you were ready for it all; ready for him.

“What shall I do first, princess?” Taehyung smirks as the words come out of his lips, already crawling backwards until he reached that particular spot where you needed him the most. He spreads your legs, and wets his lips with his tongue as his eyes meet your core. You are practically dripping right now, and you almost want to smack Taehyung’s head for chuckling so devilish while eying your throbbing core at the same time.

“Gosh. I can’t believe I manage to make you feel this way.”

There it was – a typical remark from Taehyung’s bold lips at which you want to roll your eyes to the back of your head. You would actually manage to do so, but his wet tongue moving up your slit stopped you. Instead, you let out a particularly loud moan, feeling like you were finally freed from all the teasing from before. Taehyung licks, sucks and groans – the various movements of his mouth were enough to drive you crazy. Shots of intense pleasure go through your spine, and your head falls backwards as you feel his mouth sucking you dry. You want to open your eyes and watch his head bobbing in between your legs, as you were sure about the fact that the sight of Taehyung eating you out would weaken you even more. However, your arms are too weak to support your upper half, his tongue on your clit sipping away all your left-over energy – so you just settle with bringing your hands to his hair and gripping it like your life depends on it.

His tongue feels so good against your clit, causing you to spread your legs even wider, hoping that in this way you would get your release sooner, somehow. Of course, the release would never come, since Taehyung notices your eagerness – so his licks on your clit become less massive, and you let out a whimper once again when his tongue leaves your core. As Taehyung sees your semi-disappointed pout, he chuckles briefly –  shaking his head as he lifts one of his index-fingers, swiping it from left to right.

“I can’t let you come, love. At least – not yet,” Taehyung whispers – loud enough for you to hear – while fidgeting with his belt. His eyes never leave yours as he loosens his belt, before unbuttoning his jeans as well, and you curse yourself for getting wetter by the sight of him just pulling off his jeans. You can already guess what he wants from you, as your eyes follow his movements – the glimpse of his hardened member locked in his boxers catching your eye.

“In this harsh world, people have to work hard in order to get what they deserve, Y/N.”

Oh, how you loved a dominant Taehyung. You quirk up a brow at his remark, before shaking your head in an amusing way. You try to sit up on your knees, ignoring your wobbly legs as you scoot closer towards him. Playfully, you move your fingertips from his thighs all the way up to his shaft, grabbing it softly through the fabric that blocked the direct touch. Taehyung’s hips buckle forward as a response, and your proud smirk was dangling on your lips, enjoying the fact that you are able to make him feel this way.

“R-remove these damn boxers, Y/N.”

And so you did. With one swift, you pull his boxers down his legs, laughing at the way he struggles a bit to get rid of them. However, your giggles soon disappear as he brings his hardened dick towards you, being only a few inches away from your mouth.

“Show me how bad you want me to fuck you – how bad you want to come.”

His words cause you to shudder, a moan slipping through your lips as you imagine you good it actually feels to have him in you – his member filling you up so good. You do not hesitate to take his dick into your hands, slightly pumping it before pulling out your tongue, giving the head a small lick. You can already taste his pre-cum on your tongue, and you realise how aroused he must have been from the beginning. You do not remember Taehyung complaining or whimpering about it – unlike you did – and once again, you are amazed by your husband’s stamina when having sex.

It does not take you long before you take most of him in your mouth, holding the part that your mouth cannot reach with your hands. Taehyung lets out a muffled groan as he feels your mouth engulfing his dick, his head falling backwards as you suck your way up and down – in and out. You do not mind when he lets go of himself a bit, causing his member to reach a bit deeper into your mouth than you originally could take, and you have to suppress your gag reflex for it. Your eyes flicker up towards his face, and they are blessed by his beautiful face all covered up in drops of sweat, the colour of his cheeks stained in a light shade of red as his brows are furrowed deeply.

Before the pleasure is able to take over Taehyung, he puts one hand on your shoulder, signalling you to stop as he pulls himself away from your mouth. He lets out a small sigh from the loss, but does not fail to bend over towards you and to give you a sweet peck on your lips. His sudden action catches you out of your guard for a bit, but you soon realise that it is his way to thank you – not only for the amazing blowjob, but for making him feel that way.

“Lay down, my love. Now it is my turn to show you how much I want you.”

You comply his demand, and your bare back was laying down on the bed within seconds, the cold surface causing you to shiver slightly. To show your husband that you were ready for it, you spread your legs for him – your throbbing, wet core in full glory, and you do not miss the hungry flicker reflected in Taehyung’s brown orbs. He pumps his shaft a few times with his hand, but it does not take him too long to enter your slit, letting out a breath of relief as he feels your walls engulfing his member.

The feeling of him inside of you drives you crazy, a moan already slipping out of your lips as you felt his dick stretching out your walls in such a pleasurable way. Being the gentleman Taehyung is, he lowers his lips towards yours – engulfing them in a soft kiss. He does not move an inch, stilling the under half of his body as he lets you get used to the feeling of his member in you. Although it never takes you a long time to get used to it, he always makes sure to take his time, wanting you to feel good and comfortable as well.

Taehyung frees himself from the dazzled kiss, only to lean his forehead against yours – his deep brown eyes looking through your soul. “Are you ready, Y/N?” The question comes out of his lips in a soft tone, and you cannot help but to get touched by it as you feel your heart skipping several beats.

You only nod your head, giving him a small peck on his lips as you signal him to move. Taehyung then slowly thrusts in and out of you, taking in the feeling of your walls clenching around him as the groans slip out of his mouth. His slow thrusts gave you enough friction to moan out loud, but you want more. You need more. In reaction to your own needs, you unconsciously buckle up your hips, trying to move up and down yourself in order to get closer to your climax.

Taehyung seems to notice your neediness – so he thrusts his hips harder, faster. His member was particularly drilling in and out of you, eventually managing to reach your sensitive spot multiple times, causing you to see the familiar stars behind your closed eyelids. You tell him not to stop, a few strangled moans and muffled breaths coming along with your voice. The burns in the pit of your stomach are getting heavier, your body covered down in sweat as you scratch his bare back with your fingernails – leaving a few marks behind, like you always do when he does you good.

It does not take you long to reach your climax. His name leaves your lips in a mantra as your body spazzes through your orgasm, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids with Taehyung being the only one in your dazzled mind. Your body becomes limp, letting both of your arms falling down to your sides as Taehyung was still thrusting in and out of you, since he still had to reach his own climax. You are literally deprived from energy by now, but you have enough left to clench your walls tightly around his member, making his dick twitch inside of you.

“Ahhh- Fuck!”

He lets out a deep groan – and you feel his substance painting your walls white, the warm feeling overwhelming your core as you let out a soft whimper. Taehyung rides out his orgasm until he was milked out completely, before gently pulling out of you. You were so used to the feeling of having him in you that the empty feeling down there almost feels strange right now, but you were too tired to point it out.

Taehyung lays down next to you on the bed, shifting closer towards you before he puts his arm around your waist – pulling you into a warm hug. He puts his head into your neck – which was covered in all kinds of purple spots – and you feel his warm breath touching your skin. You stroke his soft locks with your fingertips, as you found yourself listening to the sound of your breathing engulfing the ‘post-sexual’ atmosphere, causing you to relax instantly.

However, the peaceful silence is broken by Taehyung’s deep voice – almost causing you to jolt up from surprise.

“I thought you did not like the idea of being tied in only a ribbon at first. Why the sudden change of mind?”

His question is such a simple one, yet it takes you quite a long time to answer it. To be honest, you are thankful to Taehyung – for putting up with you while you were annoyed for the rest of the day only because of a dim whipped colleague; for making you breakfast every time when you are basically dying because of a particular flu; but most of all, you were thankful towards him because he makes you feel loved, and he never seems to fail doing it; loving you.

You wanted to show him your sincere gratitude in a simple way – and if you had to do it by being wrapped up in nothing else but a red ribbon, you would simply just do it.

So you tell him your sincere feelings, and you almost tear up at the way he smiles up at you, your heart melting at the way his eyes are reflecting nothing else but love. Love for you only.

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.”

[chronically-fangirls]

Tell Us about Your Special Interest (or whatever you are into/passionate about)

Introduction by the one &only @march-for-no-reason : In part inspired by the Discord - I’ve noticed that many of us (myself included), have a particular sort of negative experience dealing with people. That is, when they dismiss, shut down, or outright demean your interests which are special and important to you. So I extend a hand, it’s okay. We’d like to know about your interests, it’s okay to talk about them, and hopefully provide a better picture of how wonderful this can be, and new knowledge you could learn through it.

Introcduction by me: Okay, but this is amazing. I saw the post @auroreamethyste made &I was like oh heck I wish I could do that too !!  Then I saw I was tagged either &I was like OMGOMG YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!  Get ready for ,, a lot of ........ Okay I’ll just shut up & make it. Thank you so so much for the tag !! you’ve made my day 65424 times better 

Alright !! there we go 

1. Introduce them: Gregory Stuart most perfect ever Lake  2. When did you get into them: I remember I started really to go crazy over him in July or August last year, but I believe it was probably earlier. But I first got to know him two years earlier.  3. What drew your attention: uhm, at first it was obviously 21st Century Schizoid Man’s bass part, but when I really really really fell in love with him was when I listened to his voice on tracks like The Sage, The Only Way, Trilogy, In the Wake of Poseidon, his vocal version for Cadence &Cascade, Epitaph and many many many many more.... I mean, seriously just listen to him  4. Favourite thing about them: O___________O oh my god how to pick -- Uhm. Except or like Everything, I’ll pick his passion &love to music - he said that but also you could literally feel it in every piece he had ever performed - music was his passion, it lived in his heart and you could sense how important it is for him. I love it so much, I hope I managed to explain it properly.  5. Is there anything you dislike about them? First instinct it yelling NO and running away, but I need to think of it for a moment. I’m sure there is a thing. The fact he’s dead  Uhm I actually found nothing  6. Tell us a little-known fact. Pals, I don’t think there is a thing I know about him that all the smart peeps here don’t know ,, I’ll try to dig in for a thing.  Oh oh actually I have one. Despite efforts to find resources &actual pics, it isn’t a confirmed fact, (I’m still digging for a proof) that while being in King Crimson, there’s a mention that he played the tambourine. Maybe I’ll pick up another fact that isn’t about the parsian rag or ,, anything ,  7. Tell us how much you love them: ???????????????????? HOW well just scroll through my blog &see it urselves 8. Is there anything you associate with them? hmmmmm ... There are several things. I associate him, honestly, a bit with the 19th Century. Idk, something in his personality ? Style? not sure I can point it out, but something in the sensation I get from the 19th Century aesthetic I can associate sometimes to Greg.  9. How do they make you feel? Happy, safe, inspired ,, sometimes really sad... sometimes really calm &sometimes hysterical as fuck, er, what else.... for me he’s a sort of a safe place I can go to when my mind isn’t at its best... squeaky!!! rlly squeaky &happy!! dolphin noises heck yeah ,,  But more than everything, just thinking of him makes me smile &it’s the best feeling in the world <3  10. Free Space! Anything you want to add, anything goes! promote them, have they inspired you to do anything?, favourite ________ from them, little things that make you squee….anything. :D

omg?!?! what to add what to add *rip me* 

First thing: you should listen to him bc he’s perfect  Random songs rec:  King Crimson: -Epitaph -In the Wake of Poseidon -Cat Food  Emerson Lake &Palmer: -Take a Pebble -Lucky Man -Bitches Crystal -The Only Way -Trilogy -Living Sin -Still... You Turn Me on -Closer to Believing  -The Sage  -Change -Affairs of the heart -For You Solo -It Hurts -Retribution Drive -Long Goodbye -Somone -Paralysed -Manoeuvers -Haunted 

I tried to make a short list but if you want more I can add on a different post. 

Oh, have a thing: 

From here , the actual story of the carpet ,, if you haven’t read it already. Many have no idead what’s the actual story with that carpet &too many wierd ass rumors run around. 

I will add some gifs because I love Greg’s gifs and ,, okay 

HIS SMILE I CANT 

LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY 

Damn it I can add all of the gif in the world I just can;t pick 

Okay this is last one I pormise 

Also, 

This , this , this , this , this , this , this , this , this , this , this , this  Examples to this perfect beautiful talented man &my fangirlism 

Sorry, I think links work only on computer &not on moblie ,, oops  Plus I wanted to post just one link but scrolling throguh my Greg Lake tag

That’s all I can think of for now. 

Ah also his guitar is perfect ,, I can’t find a blog post so I will post a pic (sorry if it’s already here!!) 

Isn’t it perfect I want one like this &I also want the guitar

Damn it I thought I finished rambling but - How could I forget???? 

The secret tattoo 

Can’t remember its background story &I’m also not sure what is the shape of it, but it’s anyway an asweome tattoo &it’s placed very well for a bass\guitar player. 

(Again - pics aren’t mine)

That;s it! &I hope that now for real! :D 

An addition from Helen which I 100% agree with: This has caused, at least for me, a tendency to not talk, not talk a lot in fear of oversharing, or feel I should feel bad for allowing something to get so close to my heart. Unhealthy, addiction, it’s bad for you, okay! Okay! WE GET IT!!!…..are just some of the things I’ve experienced. The feelings they give….is so pure, so good, nothing can really compare. I’m supposed to just…wallow in despair, separated from my light? That can’t be right. I hope this can demonstrate some of that.

A small addition from me: I find it painful how ignortant &nasty can people be. I never understood those people - seeing others talk about what’s important for them is such a great &pure thing &I love seeing how happy does the thing make them!!

 Okay.... I think I’m done rambling here. I’m sorry it took me so long to answer, I just needed it to be perfect. Every time I found another thing to add and it lasted forever and it is absolutely not a passive agressive reference to someone who was supposed to release their autobiography years ago so it lasted for hours. 

Oh my god I’m so excited this is like the best thing that happened to me at the last weeks I can’t believe how happy wiritng this post made me!!! Oh my god I can’t remember being this happy for w e e k s fuckckckckkkkkk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Bonus: a small holler by me, thanks to @moveslikekeithrichards after this 

Should I tag other peeps?   Idk if you were tagged, @my-space-and-all-within but I honestly thought of you when I looked at the questions.  Also, I can’t remember if you were tagged @clearthroughtheclouds , but I thought of you as well :3   I saw many were tagged, forgive me if i tag someone twice. Ofc you can do it only if you want to :D &also sorry if you were tagged already I probably forgot  

(P.s: I’m so fucking proud of this post I’m in tears omg)